As Mika spoke her last words she felt she could speak anymore in that moment. She had to look away as she saw Dean hold his head in his hands to try and hide the sobs that were breaking through his defiant nature. She curled her fingers up into a light fist that couldn't even be considered a fist as she placed her hand up to her face in front of her mouth and nose. She just wanted to believe they could get passed this, but she too knew that they needed space, even if they were being forced to remain in the same house at the same time.

She glanced her eyes toward Bobby who was now with Dean, keeping her head not facing them still. It was true, Dean wasn't running but so much of her just felt like he wanted to and if he could get an inkling of an opening he'd be gone. She looked away again and down at the ground once more. She hesrd what Dean said and looked up as he got up and tried to run away from the situation, only for Bobby to stop him.

She looked at the two of them as Bobby did his damnest to stop Dean from running by encouraging him to help with fixing a car out back instead. But for now he insisted he sat on the couch next to her and she didn't know how to take that. She shifted as best she could when Dean conceded and came to the couch, practically pushing herself right into the arm rest just to be away from Dean because she knew if she didn't shed just scooch right on over to him and try and give him an olive branch.

When he spoke up first and said what he did, she tensed up, shutting her eyes tightly to try but fail at keeping the tears from falling once more. She barely acknowledged the second half of what he said because she was convinced she really screw everything up by trying to get him free of an utter psycho. Even if it was [s]partly[/s] mostly driven by jealousy.

She didn't know if she should try and reach out to him or stay firmly where she was, she could barely compute a full sentence together in her head to reply. "I'm sorry Dean... I... I just can't lose you..." she cried, burying her head in the cushion not knowing what else to say other than that over and over again. "Im sorry for saying I should have died... I just feel so lost..." she said, her voice muffled by the cushion that was rapidly getting wet once again.